I'm on the train to work, pulled out the new New Yorker to read a review of the Matrix by Adam Gopnik, and now see a man close to me also reading the mag. although different article. I could interupt and recommend the Matrix review ...It would be kinda like when 2 missionaries from Brooklyn showed up at my parents' home in small Takada-cho and they all started swapping stories since we once lived there. Small world continues to shrink.